All language subtitles for Episode 04 (1)

Don't anybody come near
to that car.

Albert!

Albert!

Please, we need to
talk.

But yes.

Tomorrow at six-thirty
in the Bois de Saint-Cloud.

Just one word each:
"Ready?", "Ready".

Me too, Count,
am troubled.

But you'll understand that
I cannot demand

of the Chamber of Peers
which I have the honor of presiding,

that we take
action...

on...
mere hints,

against one of
members.

A member that
this article, by the way,

did not commit
to name.

A certain "Fernand".

You'll agree with me that
it's pretty vague, "Fernand".

I myself have a grandson
named Fernand.

In his edition
this evening, Mr. Duke,

the newspaper Le Messager will reveal
the culprit's surname

in its
in its entirety.

We won't just be talking
a certain Fernand,

but of Count
Fernand de Morcerf.

sir, I must
warn you.

Since the...
revolution,

no one in France
is untouchable.

But beyond that, to accuse a man
with a record of service,

and the respectability
of the Comte de Morcerf...

Mr. Duke, here is a proof
of the article that will appear this evening

on the front page
of Le Messager.

Forgive my indiscretion
sir, but...

What's your role in
in all this?

I'm the instigator.

And you're telling us this
of the world?

My serenity is only
apparent, Mr. Duke.

Deep down I'm nothing but
anger and disgust.

Please reassure me.

For you, this is not about
personal vengeance,

against M. de Morcerf?

No matter...

... if vengeance goes hand in hand
with justice?

No more passes.

... and believe me,
colleagues,

that I would have paid no attention
to these allegations...

Say: these slanders!

These "calumnies", to please
the Baron de la Merchandière,

had they not been signed by a number of
a number of notables

who claim to have witnessed
witnessed this...

Forfaiture, isn't it?

Silence, gentlemen!

And you, M. de Morcerf,
I didn't give you the floor.

And I'll take it,
sir!

No rule holds
against this insult to me!

And that you rally
with a lightness that astonishes me,

and hurts me!

But they're all with him,
that's to be expected.

And if Albert doesn't
kill me tomorrow morning,

I'm ready to be charged
for undermining national security!

You've put me in
a fine mess, Count.

Morcerf, he thinks he's triumphed,

because he's convinced he knows all the cards
all the cards in the game

that's at stake here.

Except that I have one
that he doesn't know about.

But then, please!

Get it out now!

It's time to go and get it.
Besides, it'll get me some fresh air.

Because it's unbreathable here.

I'm so sorry.

And then, who will be the famous
witnesses this rag claims to be?

Former notables
of Janina.

So old that they're
probably all dead!

No, proceed!
Not again,

which consists in making
the dead speak!

If you don't believe me,
monsieur,

order a commission of inquiry
to Janina.

The Chamber of Peers
has other urgent matters

than showing up
for the Turks!

My dear Morcerf,

no one here is questioning
your word.

Not me, anyway!

I'm at your
at your disposal, sir.

I'd been waiting so long
waiting for this moment.

Me too, ma'am.

Reinstate
censorship!

Today...
gentlemen!

Today it's me
that's being attacked,

but tomorrow
your turn,

to you, to you
and to you!

And then it will be up to our
president to be pilloried.

And after our
president...

why not
our king?

Regain your seats or
I suspend the session.

And you,
comte de Morcerf,

it's not enough to attack the press
the press to justify yourself.

And what am I supposed
justify myself?

To have risked
my life in Janina?

To have behaved
with such heroism,

that Sultan Ali Pasha, the one
whom I am accused of having betrayed,

was kind enough to recognize
my bravery,

by appointing me
general,

- on the battlefield!
- Yes, but afterwards.

After he made you
general...

What's next?

Well, after...

... the city fell into
Turkish hands.

But how?

How did it fall?
That's the question.

Well, your famous
secret card?

Here she is. A lady
curs.

Silence, gentlemen,
silence.

I have an important
communication.

I'm told that someone
has just arrived at the Chamber

and offers to be heard as a witness
witness in the Janina case.

Mr. Duke, we've heard
heard enough!

I find it indecent to bother
the Comte de Morcerf any further.

Thank you, my dear.

Let our enemies show themselves
face to face!

That's all I ask!

Is it Carnival?
Who is this woman?

Is it her?

Please give your name,
ma'am.

Princess Haydée of Janina.
Daughter of Sultan Ali Pacha.

Impossible!
She's a fraud.

And why is she
an impostor?

Because the Turks
have gone to the sword

the sultan's
family.

That's right, sir.
Their throats were slit.

My mother, my father,
my two brothers.

I alone escaped
this terrible slaughter.

Maybe because
I was a girl.

Pity for the
Turks!

This woman is talking
nonsense!

True mercy
would have been to kill me.

Instead of making
a slave.

If you are a slave,
your testimony is inadmissible.

She's not anymore,
sir.

I bought it back.

And free.

So which corner
are you from?

Madame, since the Count
de Monte-Cristo guarantees

the validity of your testimony,
you may speak.

Slave or not, she has
she can prove...

- ... who she claims to be!
- Say it then,

who I am.

A hysteric!
That's what you are!

Mondego,

you were one of the closest
of the sultan and his family.

Haydée, did she have
a distinctive sign?

So long ago,
how...

How could I
remember?

Was she wearing
a distinctive sign?

You may be
right...

In those days, she gorged herself
on these sweet treats,

called
there loukoum.

So its distinctive feature is
that it should weigh by now,

over 200 pounds.
Decidedly,

you're no match for
my poor girl!

I was in Janina,
too.

But a simple stopover
for a few days.

But on this occasion,

I had the honor of meeting
Sultan Ali Pasha.

- This is his daughter.
- Precisely!

I also met
daughter.

And her daughter... that's her.

You're rambling, Saint-Guillaume!
Which is nothing new, by the way.

I don't know if you've
never practiced

falcon hunting,
my dear duke.

But it's something
really exciting and...

Yes, but in fact,
M. de Saint-Guillaume, in fact.

Well..,

one day, one of the princess
birds,

sliced off his right earlobe
the lobe of his right ear.

But, I hasten to add
to clarify,

that this has in no way
the beauty

of Princess
Haydée of Janina.

Pardon, madame,

for the humiliation we've
imposed on you, but,

it's the last one.

Let the peers
of France rise.

As is customary when
we welcome among us

a person
of royal blood.

She...

She mutilated
herself!

Go downstairs.

Come down,
or I will

- who's coming to get you.
- Go home, Albert,

your poor mother
needs you.

It's because of you that
my father is dishonored.

Yes.

But I swear I don't get any
enjoy it.

I did what
had to be done.

If you don't know
the meaning of this gesture,

he means that I ask for
where and when.

I didn't want this, Albert.

Answer: where and when.

You had made arrangements
to fight with Beauchamp.

With this duel no longer
reason to exist,

I suggest the same
same place at the same time.

These are my witnesses.
Present me with yours.

Maximilien Morrel
and Bertuccio.

A shopkeeper and a servant.
Are you trying to humiliate me again?

I have no other
friends in Paris.

How it rains.

I hope he falls on his back
and not face down.

He doesn't deserve to die
with his nose in the mud.

Leave it, Bertuccio,
I'll finish it myself.

Go back to Valentine,
I'm not at peace.

Oh, don't you worry
worry, Count.

The Villeforts
are out and about.

A mass is sung
for Mme de Saint-Méran.

And we don't sing
for poor Barrois?

Excuse me.

It's the Countess.

What countess?

Mme de Morcerf.

Leave us alone,
Bertuccio.

Take a seat, please,
Mercedes.

What do you do?

You see it,
I beg you!

What?

As if you didn't
you didn't know.

Please stand up.

It is before God
we kneel.

But you can do
a miracle!

Why a miracle?

Your son considers himself
as the offended party.

This means he'll have the
the privilege of firing first.

But you know very well
that you'll miss him.

He's not very
skilled with a pistol.

I know.

And then there's the emotion.

He'll be upset and
his hands will tremble.

This is his first duel.

Me too.

But, unlike
your son,

I shoot very well.

You want me
to shoot aside.

Yes.

Is that why
you've come?

Yes.

Yes, in the name of Heaven,
I beseech you.

Tell me this is what
you're going to do.

I didn't see it that way
but let's face it:

so I shoot wide and
miss your son.

Only, Mercedes, each of us
with two pistols,

it will once again be
Albert to fire.

And this time, the initial distance
of sixty steps,

will be reduced
to thirty paces.

Aim at me.

You'll
understand.

Honestly,

thirty steps, even without knowing how to shoot,
you think you can miss me?

Sorry, Mercedes.

I will not allow
your son

to live long enough to aim
aim for my heart at thirty paces.

Then hurt him.

Touch him on the shoulder.

I don't know about me, but
this nightmare stop!

It's not a duel of first blood.
it's a duel to the death,

and it's your son
who wanted it that way.

But you say
to everything!

But why do you have
after us like that?

What have we
done to you?

I thought you
you knew.

How should I know?

What do I
I know about you?

And yet...

...the other day,
on the river...

... it seemed to me that...

I too, on the river
I believed things.

But I must have made a mistake.

Because he wasn't
not like that.

He wasn't
as you are.

He?

On the river I
called you Edmond.

Yes. And then... why
didn't you say anything?

I thought you would have said something.
That it was up to you to say it.

Since day one
I've been waiting for this confession.

Confessions, Mercedes,
are for the guilty.

So you want me to be the one
to tell you what your name is?

No one...

No one has ever been able to say
my name like you do.

I remember...

... when you wrote it
on the misty windows.

I was in love
with you.

And tonight
I'm afraid of you.

Say it anyway,
Mercedes, try.

Call me by
my name, gently.

As before, for
for the last time,

because tomorrow you won't be able
without vomiting.

Say it, Mercedes.

Edmond.

Edmond Dantès.

No, Edmond, not
caresses.

Don't touch me.

I know you hate me.

I won't start
to hate you until tomorrow.

But it's been
twenty years.

And this is your revenge
to kill my son.

Me, get back at you?

No. Of others, yes,
but not from you.

All I want from you
to know what happened to us,

why I found myself
alone.

I told you.

Your father told me
that you were dead!

Yes, I know,
you told me.

And you could believe him,
because he wasn't lying.

Not like others.

But beyond that, marrying
Fernand Mondego...

You know him,
Fernand Mondego.

You know who it is today,
Fernand Mondego.

The opposite
would be difficult.

All Paris is talking
about his betrayal of Janina.

But would
exist, Janina,

if Fernand hadn't already betrayed,
if he hadn't already tasted lies,

- slander, betrayal?
- What are you trying to say?

He's the one
had me arrested.

No.

This is not possible.

He said everywhere that he had
lost his best friend.

- I saw him cry.
- Everything about him is wrong.

Tears, heroism,
honor.

He wanted you.
I was in his way.

An anonymous letter.

That's very brave,
the anonymous letter.

- What kind of man is Fernand?
- A scumbag.

Yes, but the garbage had
other garbage.

Villefort, Danglars,
Caderousse.

Punish them, punish them all.
You're entitled.

But not Albert.

He doesn't deserve all this.
Don't kill me, son.

If it makes
make you feel better,

me too,
punish me.

I've done nothing
wrong,

but punish me
anyway.

Just to
make you feel better.

But don't hurt
hurt my son.

Do you hear, Edmond Dantès?
Not my child!

I was at your father's bedside,
when he died.

Morrel was there,
you weren't.

Yes, I was.

And if old Morrel
hadn't died, he would have...

No. Don't take
a dead man as a witness.

And yet,
it's true!

I held your father's hand
until his last breath.

And until his last breath
he spoke of you.

- No, no, Mercedes...
- How he loved you.

Don't use that.

Don't use that.

He loved you like
I love Albert.

I have nothing
to add.

But what about you?

Don't you have
something to tell me?

Before I
I go?

Tomorrow morning...

... twenty years
behind schedule...

... you'll no longer have to wonder
wonder if Edmond Dantès

is dead or
alive.

He'll be dead.

It's Albert de Morcerf,

who will put a bullet
a bullet in my chest.

Thank you.

Farewell, Edmond.

Farewell...

... Mercedes.

Come in, Muhammad.

lord, do you
need me?

There's one for
each and every one of you.

It's money.

Well... diamonds.

It's easier
to negotiate.

- Diamonds?
- Yes, diamonds.

It's to pay for your
return trip and,

once you're home,
to live well.

I suppose little Hassan
will buy himself a nice felucca.

And that he will become a great
sinner of sponges,

he loves the sea so much.

But you'll tell him to be
careful, won't you?

You can't trust
the sea.

You can't trust
anyone.

lord,
are you sending me away?

No. I'm not
but,

it could be
I might be the one to go.

We'll follow you,
wherever you go!

Thank you.

But it's a place where no one
needs anyone anymore.

Do you mind if we talk
a little, the two of us.

Hurry! Hurry!

What the hell are
are you doing?

Love.

The rain.

I love the taste
of rain.

And that's it,
it's sunny.

As always
after the storm.

If anything happens to me
to me,

promise me
one thing.

Never to make love
when it's raining.

But what could
happen to you?

You're the biggest,
the strongest, the most beautiful.

You are the Count
de Monte Cristo.

See, it rhymes.

I am so
happy

that I become a poet
without realizing it.

What time is it?

Not six hours.
You can sleep a little longer.

No.

I have an appointment.

So soon? With whom?

First with
myself. I'm hungry.

I have to eat
something.

- Bread, butter and coffee?
- No, no more wine.

And then eggs with a little
bacon, lots of bacon.

And cheese, too.

And if there were two capon legs
of capon, my goodness,

I wouldn't say no.

You ogre!

See you tonight?

- Camille?
- Yes?

Ah nothing...
or rather yes.

It was a wonderful night.
I'll never forget it.

Wonderful,
but so short.

The next one will be
so long.

He's over half an hour
half an hour.

Perhaps
he got scared.

No, he'll come.
He's a Morcerf.

They're a breed
of traitors.

But he also has
a mother.

Mercedes. And she's
brave.

My will.

Sir, but...

I put pennies in your pocket
for ten million.

By placing them with
Thomson and French

at 18 or 20 percent,
you'll arrange a small annuity.

You have only one
obligation:

You're the one I'm entrusting
my last wishes.

They're simple.

I was a sailor, I want
the sea as my tomb.

I want to be
to the bottom,

from the
bridge.

You'll arrange everything
with Maximilien.

Here they are!

The Viscount de Morcerf presents
his apologies for being late.

Last night's storm
opened holes

and we
broke our wheels.

Very well, gentlemen.

In any case, we can't
can't get started

the first one shoots at 60 paces,
there's still too much fog.

But if it pleases you,
M. de Monte-Cristo

suggests that we move
directly to the 30-step taffy,

such a short distance
should not hinder the shooters.

In other words...

M. de Morcerf wishes...

well, he'd like to...

He has something to say
to M. de Monte-Cristo.

You should know,
gentlemen,

that it's not
the norm.

Now only
must speak.

If you want to check
our guns,

and let us
check yours.

I've come unarmed
weapons, M. de Morrel.

Unarmed?

Unarmed and
with apologies.

An apology?

But you're the offended party.
you don't have to apologize.

Mr. de Monte Cristo,
would you care to approach?

I wish to speak to you before
my witnesses and yours.

Please, sir,
let's get on with it.

Certainly, yes, let's get it over with, but not
the way you think.

I didn't come here to be killed
by you, nor especially to kill you.

Unless you demand it,
we won't fight.

I've come to
to ask your forgiveness.

That night, when
that terrible storm broke,

my mother came to find me.
She told me everything.

What is it? What did she
did she tell you?

Knowing you a little,
I don't think you'd like the idea

that I repeat here how far
your generosity

this morning was
ready to go.

It's true.

That's between the Comtesse de Morcerf
de Morcerf and myself.

As for the rest,
it's quite simple:

It was only fair of you..,
to accuse and confound my father.

Yes, gentlemen.

Count Fernand de Morcerf
is guilty of felony,

and not only
in Janina.

Years
before, in Marseille...

No, don't,
Albert, don't!

You don't want
to talk about...

No.

Do you reserve the right to make
this accusation yourself?

Maybe it is. It's my
business, not yours.

Either.

Fear not.

I know how to keep a secret, especially
my mother entrusted it to me.

I thank you, in any case,
for sparing me the shame...

to further fulfill
my father,

- who I...
- No!

If you only knew how happy
happy I am!

What about me?

This morning I made the most
sumptuous breakfast this morning!

As I thought it was
it was the last one,

I've never done without anything,
one should always live

like that, Maximilien,
like survivors!

- Ah, Djerba!
- Yes?

Massage your master.

Come on! Good enough.

Sing me a song
from your country.

The Count of Morcerf.

What, the Comte
de Morcerf?

He's here, he wants to talk to you.
He looks extremely agitated.

He says that what his son didn't do,
he will do himself.

Well, in other words,
he wants to kill me.

Yes, he swore
on his honour!

On his honor? Then I'm not
risk much.

Sir, please stop
making light of everything.

I saw the bottom of his frock coat
and it's all puffed up,

he's got at least one gun
in each side!

Good. Take him into the living room and
serve him port and cookies.

Tell him I'll be there
right away.

Make sure he
he has everything he needs.

And you, off to the
the Villeforts!

Go quickly, Bertuccio,
Valentine is alone, hurry!

I hear you want
to see me, Mondego?

Monte Cristo,
I've come to...

Who's that, you say?
Monte Cristo?

Count of Monte Cristo?

You've got the wrong
address, Mondego.

Take a look at me,
take a better look.

I am the Count
of Monte Cristo?

- What are you playing at?
- I'm not playing, Fernand.

I've never played before.

What I suffered I gave back.
For the real you, you played.

You played
the epleuré friend,

To the consoling fiancé,
to the heroic general.

To the noble and esteemed
Comte de Morcerf.

But in reality, you're
corrupted and empurpled.

Game over, Fernand.

You played, you lost.

It's no use, you've already killed me.

Well, you tried.

But you didn't.
The proof, I came back.

Drink with me?

Cheers...

of Edmond Dantès?

Decidedly,
my poor Fernand,

you always have to trash
everything that's mine.

Bertuccio!
Bertuccio!

I'm looking for you everywhere!
Valentine...

Should I call
call a doctor?

No, it's too late
for the doctor.

We need a priest. Go, run
for a priest, come on, run!

Come on!

Please, I beg you,
I beg you, my friend!

Don't make a
a show.

Won't change a thing.

Fortunately, it's only a
a bit of mud, your coat

will not be lost.

Wasn't that the Comte
de Morcerf I passed?

It can be done.

You receive
this individual in your home,

- despite his disgrace?
- And you, dear Danglars?

Don't you read me?

Ah yes, yes, but
my goodness, I'm not...

- Dishonored?
- Yes.

How much even you know in
world of finance,

a reputation is a bit like
the stock market: one day up,

down one day.

By the way, where does your
your reputation today?

I'm grateful to you, Count,
for asking me,

to worry
about my business.

Well, if they have any influence
influences on mine.

I've decided to leave Paris,
you know.

Ah, Monsieur le Comte will leave...
an unforgettable memory.

Especially since I want to leave
without leaving any debts behind.

By the way,
I would be grateful

to make a payment of
of six million over 48 hours.

Six million? But I've already
already given you six million!

I need six more.

Don't forget that I have
unlimited credit,

opened for me
Thomson and French.

I've had it with your
Thomson and French!

What do they know
about my cash flow?

over there in Italy?

My coffers are empty!

Boring.

Because, if you are unable
to honor my letter of credit,

I'm afraid
Thomson and French

make you
bankrupt.

Bankrupt?
Me, bankrupt?

But all that money I lost,
you made me lose it!

All investments
investments,

you recommended

have all failed miserably
failed!

Thank you Hassan.

So we agree:
six million over 48 hours.

Please.

You will give this
letter to my husband.

Madame can give it to him
herself.

It's just that
Monsieur le Comte returns.

No.

I have no desire
to see him again.

We have arrived,
Monsieur le Comte.

This morning she asked for hot milk
and Bertuccio was nowhere to be found,

my wife
who brought it.

Leave me alone with the patient.
I'll hear her confession.

But Father, please,
she's unconscious.

That's God's business,
ma'am. It's not yours.

And Jesus said to him:

"Your brother, Lazarus,
will rise again. "

"He who believes in me
though he were dead,"

"he will live forever."

"Why are you
fearful... "

"people of little faith?"

And that's it.
I'm naked.

What a humiliation!

How could I
show myself

- without my jewels?
- Where do you want to show yourself?

Have you forgotten that tomorrow
tomorrow

at the funeral of
Villefort's funeral?

All draped in a black veil,
no one will notice

the absence of your jewelry.

It's worth
two million.

By selling our
house in Rambouillet,

adding
some furniture...

Not the furniture.
The furniture is mine!

They come to me
from my family!

Do you prefer
bankruptcy?

Go to jail?

We were
so happy...

Life was so beautiful,
so easy.

And that was it. All it took was a few
me for destiny to...

All these deaths
at the Villeforts'...

Morcerf's disgrace
Morcerf's disgrace, his suicide...

and now you're talking to me
of bankruptcy and prison!

But what have we done
to get here?

I don't know, Hermine.

Oh yes, you do.

God doesn't just go crazy
all of a sudden.

I have nothing
to reproach myself for.

What about you?

Me? Nothing either,
of course.

Yes.

If what?

I've done
wrong.

I deserve
to sell my jewelry.

And my furniture.
I must be punished!

I cheated on you,
years ago.

I had a child,
by another man.

But you can't
have children.

Maybe it
it was you.

In any case,
with another, I could.

And it was a son.

Who is the other?

Why don't you ask me
which child?

Where is this child?

I have a child
I don't know.

That nobody knows!

And it seems like no one
doesn't seem to care!

One of the cashiers,
probably.

I often caught her
hanging around cashiers.

Look at them.

With her vague eyes,

she licked
her lips,

A little woman's organ,
pink and wet,

you can't imagine the havoc
it can do,

under the eyes of a young
cashier, huh?

I was wrong to have hired
young cashiers!

But the good times
the good times!

Anyway, young or old,
I can't afford them.

Everybody out!

Come on, everybody!

God bless you, Mother,
for your hospitality.

Oh, I understand that you
couldn't bear

the idea of spending one more night
under the roof of a suicidal man.

It's the only sin
God does not forgive.

Delete yourself out of
self-loathing,

is to doubt the lord's infinite
infinite mercy.

If his mercy
is infinite,

I'm sure He forgives
despair too.

When you forgive,
we forgive everything.

Especially the unforgivable.

Maybe it's the way you
way you see things,

- Madame la comtesse.
-No, my mother.

Don't call me
Countess.

It's over now,
those days.

This is why I wanted
to donate my assets

to your small
community.

We'll be praying
for you, Madame.

May God help you
to find peace.

And may He
protect you, sir,

when you're
in Algeria.

Ask Him above all, my mother,
to give me the opportunity

to redeem the honor
my unfortunate father scorned.

Go tell the family
that I'm ready.

Shall we wait for
for the others, sir?

- What others?
- Well..,

the other people who will
join the procession.

No doubt the deceased
had friends who...

And no, sir.
It's just us.

Let's go, I beg you,
let's get this over with as quickly as possible.

And there they are. They're off
to brood over their grief.

Let's get down to
business.

Do you have everything
you wanted?

We had said three thousand francs
so as not to fix the lid too tightly,

two thousand francs for
not to lay the slab...

I have up to
twenty thousand, but

I still need
a little something.

But you want
for this?

Do you want us
the kid out?

Ah, you supply these young
gentlemen of the faculty

in fresh flesh,
for your dissections?

No, I simply want to buy
your hearse and horses,

and of course,
your silence.

I'll be fine.

And not to say, but you do
some pretty funny business,

the rest of you
priests.

Let's go! We're off,
hurry up!

Come on!

Come on, Bertuccio!
Work fast!

How's the toad,
today?

He's still asleep.

But that doesn't mean anything.
The toad and the human being

it's not the same
physiology.

Of course, the toad can
sleep for a long time yet,

while Valentine may very well
be dead.

We do as we say,
but above all quickly, quickly!

She's breathing.
Bertuccio?

Like an animal in hibernation
in hibernation, but she's breathing.

You have to believe,
Bertuccio!

Come on, get down,
help me.

When she comes to,
she'll be very thirsty.

Very cold, very scared.

She won't know
where she is or who she is.

Don't worry about a thing,
I'll take good care of it.

As soon as she
she wakes up,

I'll take him
to stretch his legs.

I'll take him to drink
good Provence wine.

Don't
worry.

Oh, by the way, poor Maximilian,
does he know about your

little
trick?

Of course not. Of course not.
of course not.

What do you mean?
sure you don't?

And you say you love him
like a son, you are cruel.

No, careful.

In case anything goes wrong,

the poor boy would be
desperate. Come on!

You mean, if Valentine
never wakes up?

Come on!

You can see that you're not
you're not so sure of yourself!

God, I hate
black!

But this black, Heloise,
it was you who wanted it.

What do you mean?

The night my daughter was poisoned,
there were only four of us

in this house.

Valentine, my father,
you and me.

Do you think Valentine
could have committed suicide?

But no.

I... I don't think so.

So who gave him
the poison?

My father?

Your father, in
the state he's in?

It seems to me
impossible.

Then it's just
you and me.

Was it I who
killed my daughter?

Frankly, I don't know,
I don't know.

I know I can't.
Conclusion?

You've gone mad.

I accuse you
of triple murder.

On the persons of
Marie Luise de Saint-Méran,

of the servant
Jules Barrois,

and Valentine
de Villefort, my daughter.

Pain leads you astray.

To kill, you need
a motive.

Money.

Money?

Oh, my goodness,
the money!

Yes. Money.

You began by
murdering Mme de Saint-Méran,

so that Valentine
inherit his fortune.

And then you killed
Valentine...

so that this fortune
to you through me.

And Barrois, eh?

Barrois.

I was also hoping to inherit
from him, perhaps?

No.

Barrois didn't have
have to die.

It was my poor father
you wanted to get rid of,

to be alone.

With money.

All alone, because I suppose
after a reasonable time,

me too,
you would have...

Think about it.

Think before you
before you do something foolish.

If I am the criminal
you claim,

if I'm accused and taken to court
before the courts,

you'll be the first to be splashed
by the enormity of the scandal.

And so, your
beautiful career...

Valentine's death shattered my life
and then my career, you know...

Here's one last
last chance.

I accept.

No strings attached.

Don't get carried away,
my dear.

I'm not offering you
to get away with it,

more simply to know
a slightly less gruesome end...

of being cut in half by a guillotine knife
by a guillotine knife,

under the shouts of hatred and
spat upon by the populace.

Your... famous poison,

causes agony
agony...

... it seems.

But...

Better that you be
punished a little, right?

I'll give you
an hour, ma'am.

Miss Valentine...

Miss Valentine,
please.

Try to
wake up,

you can't go on sleeping
sleeping like that!

She's ice-cold.

Ah, Monsieur l'abbé.

You've come, I suppose,
for your small fee.

My fees?

Yes, it's customary
to give to priests...

You don't have to.

Caderousse stabbed,

Morcerf committed suicide, Danglars
on the run, your daughter dead...

I consider myself well
well enough as it is.

Besides, I've always been
an honest man,

and I would have qualms
to accept your money.

I'm not a priest.

Not a priest? What do you mean?
not a priest?

- You're Abbé Busoni.
- No, I'm not.

Yes, I recognize you.

No, Mr. Prosecutor.

You don't
recognize me.

Monte Cristo?

You are the Count
de Monte Cristo.

No, Villefort.

I'm Edmond Dantès.

Dantès.

I didn't
recognize you.

We rarely admit
their crimes.

What do you
you want?

What do you
from me?

You want to be
rehabilitated, right?

I'm going to step in and...

I'll go to the king if I have to,
he'll give you justice.

Justice,
I'll see to it.

I've come to bring you
to bring you an address.

The prison
from Cherche-midi.

Neighborhood
of assassins.

Is this where you want
to send me?

But I didn't
kill Heloise.

It was she who
herself.

If it's true, it's
better for her.

You have my word on it.

I'm not a murderer,
I don't want to go to jail!

Even to visit
your son?

- My son?
- What about him?

You didn't know
you had a son?

Oh, you're going to love him,
his name is Toussaint

because we found him
on All Saints' Day.

In a garden,
near Auteuil.

I hope you won't be forced
be obliged to petition against him.

Claiming the death penalty
against his own son,

it's something else,
obviously...

than to send Edmond Dantès
to rot in the Château d'If.

Farewell, Mr. Prosecutor.

"Please allow me to retire",
as they say...

"of your world".

Or rather...

... suffer...
at all.

My poor child.

I was waiting for you
to go away.

I'm leaving too.

Are you going back
to Marseille?

Much further.

In Algiers?

Even further.

Can't you guess?

I'll put you
the voice.

The other morning,
after the duel,

you gave me
one of your pistols.

- A souvenir.
- No, Maximilien.

Give me back the gun.

Give me back that gun...

I don't have it with me.

To make sure you don't make a mistake
to place the barrel,

on the temple or
in the mouth?

Maximilien...

Have confidence!

In whom? In God?

Since Lazarus
and Jesus Christ,

you'll have noticed that God
has not resurrected many people,

as if He had
lost his grip.

You sound just like me
when I was your age.

The same incomprehension,
the same revolt.

Almost
the same words.

Me too, you know,
I wanted to die.

Why should I?
You've got it all.

Especially love.

But at that time
I had nothing.

I wasn't even allowed
to look at the sun, so...

... love.

And then one day, in the depths
of despair...

... I met
someone.

Someone who spoke to me a little
like I'm talking to you today,

and said to me:
"Trust me".

"Have confidence in spite of
against all odds, Edmond Dantès".

"Have faith...

Edmond Dantès...

Why
Edmond Dantès?

Because it's me.

Edmond Dantès
is dead.

Many
people believed him.

Your father himself.

My goodness...

how I wish
to tell her the truth.

My father would have recognized you,
if you were Edmond Dantès.

He couldn't have recognized Dantès
under the disguise of Lord Wilmore.

Lord Wilmore?

Disguise?

The illusion shows
you used to enjoy so much,

to Valentine and to you,
are nothing in comparison

illusions of which
I'm capable of.

Lord Wilmore, Abbé Busoni,
the Count of Monte Cristo,

are one and the same
same man.

And this man
is Edmond Dantès.

But how?
and why?

It's a long
story, my child.

A story where Valentine
had its place.

- Do you want to hear it?
- No, I don't.

No, all I want to hear
to hear now,

is the detonation
of a pistol.

You won't hear a thing.
You'll be dead before then.

It goes fast, you know,
a bullet from a pistol.

Unless you miss.
So little is enough.

Your trembling hand.

The gun barrel, which deviates
one to two centimetres,

and you'll find yourself
like old Noirtier.

- Do you have a better suggestion?
- Yes, we do.

The poison.

I know a wonderful
wonderful poison.

You just have to
let go.

We fall asleep
anguish.

Without the slightest
suffering.

We begin
by dreaming.

And then the dream
gets threadbare,

like mist
blown by the wind.

Soon...

...there's nothing left.

Only blackness, nothingness.

Silence.

- No more...
- Give it to me.

Not tonight.

I'll make you a proposition,
Maximilian.

Give me
a fortnight.

During these
fortnight,

promise me you won't try
to end your life.

When the term is over, we'll
in Marseille.

If you're still in the same
the same despair,

I promise to get you
the drug that will kill you.

Because you think I'm going to forget
forget Valentine in two weeks?

Eternity
would not be enough.

If eternity isn't
a strong enough medicine,

to soothe
your grief,

all the more reason not to rush
rush into it, isn't it?

Fifteen poor little days
that's all I ask.

It seems to me that
you can do that for me.

In memory of what Lord
Wilmore did for your father.

All right.

Fifteen days.

Hour for hour.

Do you swear?

Yes, I swear.

But you, too,
must swear.

Yes, Maximilien.

I swear to help you die,
if I'm wrong.

Everything is close by,
my lord.

We can leave
when you're ready.

But isn't that more
your cook to do that?

I no longer have
cook.

It's a luxury I'm afraid I
I can no longer afford.

I fired him
early this morning.

How about you
tell me about it?

I would have gladly
with us,

I would have continued
his wages.

It's absolutely
a problem.

Have you heard
the news?

I came to say
farewell to Beauchamp.

Imagine that Franz d'Épinay
fell madly in love

of Haydée de Janina.

We're already talking
marriage.

So it won't all end
not too bad.

Yes, since
you're leaving.

We're leaving,
together.

My husband used to have fun
predicting the weather.

He was very keen
about clouds.

He told me that the good weather
was just an anomaly

between two rainy periods,
cold, dreary and grey.

You were
my anomaly.

And it was very beautiful.

What are you
talking about?

And where are
your trunks?

- Nowhere.
- What do you mean, nowhere?

Aren't you ready?

But hurry, Camille,
we're leaving just as early.

I have an appointment in Italy
which I cannot avoid...

I stay with
my memories.

You're leaving without me.
don't you understand?

But what's
happening?

What's the matter?
you don't love me anymore?

Oh, yes.

I'll love you
always.

You're a
a magician.

I was asleep and you
woke me up.

I'm glad to have
opened my eyes.

The world is beautiful,
especially in summer, but...

But what?

But I'm not a woman,
at least not a real woman.

Just a funny
little girl.

I soften you, but
you don't love me.

But you're crazy.

Oh, yes...

Yes, I do.

You're so pure.

Let's say naive.

In the long run, my
my naiveté.

You'll turn your back
and I'll be unhappy.

You've tasted
strong liqueurs,

to settle for
with a woman who tastes like syrup.

But I love your
syrupy taste.

Why do you want
me out of it?

If you ever come back
in Auteuil, I'll be there.

But you're not coming back.

Mercédès will
you.

Mercedes?

She's waiting for you.

You've been waiting for each other
twenty years, both of you.

Are you crying?

It's those damn
onions!

If you lived in the country you'd know
that it always makes you cry

peeling onions.

Camille,

these are beans.

I guess...

it's in the same family
as onions.

You'd better
leave very quickly.

Don't say a word.

And don't make any noise,
let me go back to sleep

wisely.

Edmond?

Yes, Camille.

You're going to make everyone
to everyone, won't you?

Yes, dear.

May I in turn
my invoice?

What do you mean?
your bill?

Let's say the price
of my renunciation.

I'm giving you back to Mercedes,

it's worth something
in return, don't you think?

You're so fair.

I thought about it.

But I didn't dare propose it to you
for fear of humiliating you.

But my fortune is yours.
I don't need it anymore.

Oh, I don't want
your money.

And then what?

I want you
to forgive.

That I... forgive?

Me?

But to whom?

But to everything and
to everyone.

Even the rain, when it falls on you
when you're hatless.

The reason I'm telling you this is because
the man who killed my husband,

I managed to
forgive him.

Oh, it took me
a while.

But I did it.

And I think you can too,
can do it.

In any case, that's
what I'm asking.

Do you think
too expensive?

It's very expensive.

But I promise
I'll try.

The Count of Monte Cristo
doesn't try.

He succeeded.

I love you, I love you,
I love you!

Come on, wake up! Come on, wake up.

Wake up, come on!
Come on, come back.

Ah, she's dead.

She's dead for
for good. Wake up! Wake up!

Quickly, quickly,
hurry up.

Ten, eleven and twelve.
The accounts are correct.

In full.

On my return to Paris,
Mr. Director,

the world of high finance will know
that you're an honest man.

To say the least, sir, is that
Thomson and French Bank

honors the letter of credit
from the Count of Monte Cristo.

That credit!
What a story!

Say, you can
that you scared me.

Unlimited credit...
we've never seen anything like it!

You must admit, dear sir, that
we've never seen

such an exceptional being
as His Excellency

the Count
of Monte Cristo.

My respects, Baron,
I am Luigi Vampa.

At your service.

What right do you have
taken me prisoner?

Are you a prisoner?

Never in a million years.
You're my guest.

You kidnapped me,
drugged me, locked me up.

What was that
horrible drug?

My throat is always
that burns.

Drink a little.
You'll feel better.

Let's see, what would
please you,

a little Chianti,
perhaps?

We have one that
is a pure marvel.

A Chianti, if you like
quickly!

That's two hundred
thousand francs.

Two hundred thousand francs...
for a little wine?

How's that?
a little wine?

For two hundred thousand
francs, Luigi Vampa

brings you a bottle
full of wine.

Even a full bottle,
even a whole barrel,

even a whole barrel...
Ah, it's insane! It's insane!

Aren't you a banker?
Isn't a banker rich?

Keep it for yourself,
your Chianti!

Give me some water.

My throat's on fire!

A jug...
or a glass?

The prices are: one hundred thousand francs
for a jug,

only twenty thousand
for a drink.

Twenty thousand francs
for a glass of water?

But it's pure,
like water.

But you're...
you're a bandit!

Same as you,
Baron.

The only difference
between me and you,

it's just me,
I've never hidden.

Who is this man?

What does he want from me?

You're the executioner,
is that it?

Oh, monsieur,
grace!

Please have mercy
on a poor man!

Do you
any regrets?

Oh... regrets?

About what,
regrets?

For the harm
you've done.

The harm I've done?

I've done a lot,
sir.

Are you sure?
Look hard.

Look harder.

No, I... I can't see,
monsieur.

In all honesty
I don't see it.

I made money, of course, but...
what's wrong with that?

And then, you know, money,
I lost some, too.

A lot.

Gold mines without gold, sturgeon fisheries
without sturgeons...

And in Ukraine, wheat fields
of wheat without wheat...

Let me help you.
Marseille: twenty years ago.

An inn in the village
of the Catalans. Over there,

wine wasn't
as expensive as here.

It only cost
penny.

The Auberge
de Caderousse?

Your memory
coming back?

Don't you remember
that beautiful summer day,

where you were drinking,

under the arbour with
Fernand Mondego,

with Caderousse...

Wait, but...

How do you know
all this?

The Count
of Monte Cristo?

No, Danglars.
Edmond Dantès.

It can't be!

Yes, I should have expected it.
"Impossible" is the word you all use.

You definitely have less
imagination than I do, sir.

Come on.

Get out of this
hole.

It's a beautiful day outside,
it's Italy.

No, no.

No, I'm not. I'm not
crazy, Dantès!

You're gonna shoot me in the back,
or your men will.

They're not
my men.

As for me, I'm learning
to forgive.

And I'm starting with you.
You're very lucky.

Come on.
But hurry up.

Hurry up, because I have
I feel like I'm forgiving him,

it doesn't hold up as well
than revenge.

And... but...

...my money...

What kind of money
is he talking about?

To hell with it
if I know.

When we took him away
he had empty pockets.

What do you mean, empty pockets?
I had twelve million!

But my dear Danglars,
you must be mistaken.

You've always told me
you didn't have any money.

But then,
be logical:

If you had twelve million,
my friend Vampa

would not have kidnapped you
to obtain a ransom.

I would have been content to sequester
the millions to Mr. Danglars.

Don't worry, Danglars.
I've been there too.

Detention
drives you crazy.

Don't forget what
we agreed.

I will keep
my word.

The millions confiscated from Mr. Danglars
will be distributed to the poor,

orphans and widows,
hospitals.

And to prisoners. In the form
blankets, medicine.

Food. Don't forget
the prisoners.

I have an appointment with
the Count of Monte Cristo.

We said two weeks.
Hour for hour.

You're a little
ahead of schedule.

Yes, I know.

But I can't stand
of suffering, Bertuccio,

I want my coup de grâce.
I kept my oath.

It's up to your master
keep his promise.

So, Maximilien.

Still in
despair?

Yes. I
warned you.

I'm ready. Are you
ready?

Bertuccio.

- Yes, sir?
- Do as I say.

Is he the one who's going to
the poison?

I'm happy not to
your hands dirty.

Maximilian,
I must warn you.

You're in for a shock
of extreme violence.

Something
you have no idea.

You're afraid that I'll inflict
a spectacle too pitiful for you.

After all, it's true,
you never know.

Maybe it's not
easy to die.

I'll drink the poison,
now.

Whatever you're feeling,
don't scream.

Our neighbor is a very old
a very old woman.

Let's not panic him.

I'll be able to control myself,
don't worry.

I'll bear
the pain.

Since you're so brave,
it's time to test.

Come with me.

I hope you're not
crying, remember?

I wasn't your son's age
when I set sail.

You're here. But
what are you doing?

Same as you.
I live here.

I live it all.

What about your hotel
Plaine-de-Monceaux?

Sold.

Well, no.

I left it to some monks who were
looking for a monastery.

And I did the same
with everything I had.

To nuns.

And the little house
at the top of the ravine,

is it still
yours?

She never stopped
mine.

And now
she's all I have.

But then I'm saved.
I know where I'm going to sleep, right?

Come on.

Stop, you're going to
me down!

We'll get up again.

We always
again!

I feel dirty.

You smell of Paris,
the money.

Stagecoach.

And sweaty horses.
Inn chickens.

You might as well
throw yourself in there.

Come on, come on!

But no, have you forgotten that
I can't swim?

- Here, come on, come on!
- Edmond!

- Don't! Don't!
- I'll teach you, come on.

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